the traffic landscape was all asses and elbows.
I had forgotten that the river to river festival was doing fireworks tonight.
so flash forward…
the wife just turned in…
the boy is chilling on his computer…
the bar has gone silent…
the baby went to the mattresses as well.
and here the bastard is…
just chilling in his balcony remembering what he asks for for Father's Day every year.
"what do you want for Father's Day?"
"for everyone to shut up for a little while"
sure, it doesn't sound kind but, I'm not a kind man by any stretch.
but I can't help feeling a certain level of serenity right now as I've entered my 10th minute here in the grand duchy of shutupistan.
I could cry right now but it would totally fuck up my silence.
happy Father's Day to me.
—the bastard
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